I had a really tough instructor, imagine a guy sort of like Uncle Phil from Fresh Prince, but meaner, and you get the idea. Anyway, his idea of a driver’s test was to put a hot Styrofoam cup of coffee on the dashboard (pre-airbags) and he basically said that as long as the coffee didn’t spill, I’d pass. Well, we had some pretty close calls along the way and just as I was pulling back into the DMV parking lot, some b-diddy stopped short and I had to slam on the brakes. The cup went flying into the instructor’s lap. He just scowled at me and said it was my lucky day. The cup was empty. And that’s how I got my license to drive.